A Touch of Pink P3

>In the entirety of your rather short life, (so far) this question has never been asked.
>Someone legitimately wanted to sleep with you.
>Time seems to slow down as you enter an internal monologue.
>Okay…Pinkie wants to sleep with us.
>You’ve never slept with a girl before.
>But she’s a pony.
>She’s still a girl.
>Well, she doesn’t seem to want anything more out of it but a nap, right?
>What if she molests you man…that’d be game over.
>It’s just sleep man.
>And it’s not like you’re gonna be naked or anything.
>You sleep in your boxers, like a civilized human being.
>It’s cool.
>Everything’s cool.
“Alright, Pinks, I guess that’s fine.”
>She beams a smile at you, and you can’t help but return it.
>This pony is infectiously happy, all day, every day.
>It’s one of the reasons you liked being around her.
>Catching you off guard, Pinkie dashes past you and into your room.
>You have to stand aside as to not get knocked off the stairs.
>”Woohoo!” Pinkie hollers as your bed creaks.
>You shake your head and follow her into the room.
>She’s, of course, jumping up and down excitedly on your poor mattress.
>As if the guy didn’t get enough harsh treatment from you.
“Come on Pinks, I thought you were tired.”
>She stops bouncing and looks at you happily, crawling on to her belly.
>”Well, you’re the one who has the big date. I just wanted to spend time with you.”
>Friends nap together right?
>You shake your head and begin to take off your shirt, before you realize how intent Pinkie seems to be looking at you.
>Oh right.
>Why didn’t you feel weird around her like you did Rarity?
>She’s a girl too…but she’s Pinkie Pie.
>That makes her different.
“Pinkie, if you don’t mind, I’m going to undress a little. Close your eyes a second.”
>”Oke dokey Anon.”
>She covers her bright blue eyes with her hooves, her tail swishing side to side giddily.
>You strip off your shirt in one quick motion, setting it aside for when you wake up.
>Then you remove your boots and socks, making mention to see if Rarity can make you more socks as well.
>Out of all of the things you missed from Earth…fresh socks were pretty damn high on your list.
>You begin to unbutton your pants, attempting to ignore the thoughts in your head.
>You’re going to be sleeping next to a girl in only boxers.
>Yeah, that’s fine, she’ll be on top of the covers, and you’ll be under them.
>See, problem solved, brain.
>Chill, we got this.
>It’s just Pinkie Pie.
>Your jeans slide off of you, and you crawl into bed beside the pink pony, sliding under the blankets next to her.
“Alright Pinkie you can-“
>She’s instantly next to you, attempting to steal 3/4ths of the pillow with her fluffy cotton-candy head.
>Shes only a few inches from your head, her baby blue eyes looking straight at you.
>”Okay Anon. Here’s the plan. You only have one pillow, so we gotta share. I’ll take half the blanket, and you take half, and we won’t fight over it unless you’re a bed-hog. In that case I’ll have to perform ‘countermeasures’. In the case that you start to burrito on me…well…I hope you like Pinkie Pie burritos.”
>You cock your head slightly.
“I thought you were…um…going to sleep on top of the covers.”
>”Nonsense, Nonny, I’d get cold!”
>She has a point.
>Wait, no she doesn’t, they have hair all over, how’s she going to get cold?
“But I mean…I’m pretty…uh…bare under here.”
>”And by your definition I’m always bare, Anon.”
>She smiles warmly.
>Damnit you know, she’s right.
>This mare is GOOD.
>Alright.
“…okay that’s fine I guess. I don’t want you getting cold but uh…just try not to get to close alright.”
>”Aww…no cuddlebuddies?”
>Her ears droop slightly, but you reach out and rustle her mane, scratching behind her ear a little.
>She smiles and leans into your hand.
>Adorable.
“I’ve gotta save all my cuddles for Rarity, remember?”
>She pauses for an uncomfortable amount of time.
“Uh…it was a joke. I don’t really plan on anything like that happening tonight, Pinkie. It’s just a little dinner date.”
>Truth be told, you wouldn’t know what to do if it got that far anyway.
>You’d never slept with a girl, let alone SLEPT with one.
>But what if…
>Nah.
>Rarity is way too classy for that kind of nonsense anyway.
>You put your hands behind your head and stretch, your weary joints cracking noisily.
>”Nervous, Anon?”
“Just a little.”
>That was a lie, but you had to keep your spirits high.
>Nothing can go wrong tonight.
“Well…uh…goodnight Pinkie.”
>She crawls under the covers, laying her head on half the pillow.
>Her mane brushes against your cheek, and it tickles slightly.
>Your bodies are only a few inches apart, and you can feel the slight heat coalescing between the two of you.
>This…is kinda…no.
>This is a lot weird.
>Oh well, it’ll be fine.
>At least you don’t have to watch her sleep or something.
>Thank god for sleeping on your back.
>You do glance over at the silly mare next to you before you finally close your eyes.
>Tonight’s the night.
>You fall asleep nearly as soon as you close your eyes, your work-weary body giving in to the bed’s comfy embrace.
>Nearly on cue, you begin to dream.
>And of course, it’s about Rarity again.
>The two are in bed, with you playing the big spoon.
>You wrap your arms around the mare, holding her close to you.
>The hair on her belly is soft, and you draw circles in it with your nails, the attention catching her by surprise.
>You can feel her heartbeat quicken at your touch.
>She gasps a little, turning her beautiful sapphire eyes toward you.
>She says nothing, simply enjoying your touch.
>You are certainly enjoying it as well, your member growing slightly.
>You press it against her back, reaching down and tweaking a nipple between thumb and forefinger.
>She inhales sharply, craning her neck slightly.
>You take this chance to lean in and kiss that soft marshmallow neck.
>You are Pinkie Pie.
>And you couldn’t help yourself.
>You had to turn and face Anon, after you hear his gentle snoring.
>You look at the slumbering giant, your heart fluttering slightly as his peaceful chest heaves.
>You didn’t think that he’d actually let you sleep next to him.
>It was a shot in the dark.
>Especially since he has a…a date with Rarity later.
>You sigh, but smile all the same.
>It didn’t matter.
>Right now, he was yours and yours alone.
>And if Anon was happy with another pony…well…you’re not going to interfere.
>It just wouldn’t be fair.
>Still…
>Suddenly Anon shifts in his sleep, catching you off guard.
>You quickly turn away, in case he wakes and sees you staring.
>He doesn’t, thank Celestia.
>He turns to face you, lying on his side, snoring lightly.
>You glance back at him, a bit apprehensive still.
 >His mouth seems to be moving as if he’s mumbling something, but no words come out.
>He’s smiling though.
>Oh…he must be dreaming.
>…probably about her again though.
>You sigh lightly, and scoot a little closer to him.
>It’s not like he can tell you not to.
>And he’s unclothed…you’d never been this close to him.
>…why not…
>Your heartbeat hastens as you inch just a little closer, eager to embrace him.
>Your back touches his chest, his soft skin hot to the touch.
>Suddenly he pulls his arms around you, and holds you close to him in a tight embrace.
“Eeep!”
>You throw a hoof over your mouth to stifle yourself.
>Your face turns an intense shade of pink, blood eager to rush to your head in embarrassment.
>What in the world is he doing?
>Is he still dreaming?
>Sure enough, he is still asleep.
>And your heart is ready to jump out of your chest.
>But…this isn’t an opportunity easily turned down.
>Shakily, you put your hooves over his hands and snuggle into him.
>Oh by the goddesses this is really happening.
>Your body is shaking with happiness.
>There’s no way you could sleep now.
>His hands begin to stir, and in slight panicked shock you lift your hooves up and turn to him.
>No…still asleep…what in the world is he doi-
>His hands begin to caress your chest lightly, running his nails against your soft skin.
>You coo softly, melting into his touch.
>You can feel your whole body give into his embrace almost subconsciously, your legs relaxing and your back leaning into him.
>Your sex quivers, its call beginning to be hard to ignore, but you manage to stifle it, if only slightly.
>You were likely making a mess in his bed as you feel your entire body heat up.
>This was the most unexpected thing ever, but you can’t say that you weren’t hoping for it.
>What if he wakes up though?
>Your slight thought of panic is quickly quelled as a hand starts to trail down your abdomen.
>You tense up, looking into him as if to gauge what he’s planning on doing.
>Goosebumps run down your leg as he nears your teats, his fingers blazing a trail towards them eagerly.
>He…he wouldn’t.
>His nail brushes against one of them, sending a tingle of pleasure straight to your brain.
>He follows through with a soft pinch, and you let loose a surprised moan.
>You feel your nethers quiver as you grind your body into him slightly.
>Wait! You don’t want to wake him.
>You quickly turn to him and…
>He’s still fast asleep.
>He must be a heavy sleeper, thank Celestia.
>You really shouldn’t be letting him do this…
>He’ll think you’re a terrible friend if he finds out.
>But…he’s the one doing it.
>And it’s just this one time.
>You breathing is erratic.
>Your heart is pounding.
>Your entire body is overheating from simply being next to him.
>His head starts to lean forward, his lips pursing slightly.
>You stop breathing.
>He wouldn’t.
>You are Anonymous, and Rarity apparently wants none of your neck kissing nonsense.
>She wants your lips on hers, and seems to be ashamedly eager to do so, looking at you with bated breath.
>You are eager to give her what she wants.
>You lean in and press your lips to hers, your lips locking with hers softly.
>Her eyes close with ecstasy, the sapphires fading behind dazzling white eyelids.
>Your hands, eager to get in on the action, begin anew their quest to arouse the mare.
>You run your hands from her middle to her sides, running down to her cutie mark, causing her to moan into the kiss, her hooves wrapped around your neck in a warm embrace.
>You grip onto her flank, pulling her close to you, your boner no longer willing to stay in its boxers.
>They made those little button flaps for a reason.
>He pokes out, brushing against her back, drooling a bit of pre-cum on her soft coat.
>*BEEP BEEP BEEP*
>She turns her body to face yours, breaking the kiss suddenly only for her lips to fly back to yours.
>She’s the one to initiate this time, her tongue tracing your lips, eager to gain entrance.
>*BEEP BEEP BEEP*
>What the hell is that?
>You pull away from her kiss a moment in confusion, looking to find nothing creating the noise.
>*BEEP BEEP BEEP*
“Rarity do you hear that?”
>You turn back to the mare, finding in her place not a mare of the marshmallow variety.

>But more of a pink party-prone pony.
>*BEEP BEEP BEEP*
>You awaken, more surprised than anything.
>Your breath is shallow, shocked.
>That was the most intense goddamn dream you had ever dreamed.
>No other dream had ever gone that far.
>It was…so visceral and unreal.
>You were mildly ashamed to admit that you really REALLY enjoyed yourself.
>Your boner downstairs agrees with this sentiment entirely.
“I just had the weirdest fucking dream Pinkie…” you say, turning to her.
>Except…she isn’t there.
>Huh, I guess she went home.
>What the hell was that dream about?
>Why the fuck did Rarity turn into Pinkie at the end?
>What a janky ass thing to have milling in your brain on a night such as this.
>*BEEP BEEP BEEP*
>Fucking alarm.
>You slap the off button with disdain.
>Now you’re cranky because of the interrupted dream.
>But you have a date to attend.
>You walk into your bathroom, smacking your dry mouth.
>Why do you taste bubblegum, of all things?
>Maybe you ate something funky at work and don’t remember it.
>That’s likely; there was a lot of scrambled snacking this morning.
>It’s hard to eat a decent meal when there’s literally too much going on at once.
>Ovens blaring, breads proofing, icings and batters mixing, floors being covered in thick layers of flour, chocolate, sugar and other bakery nonsense.
>You deserved a nice dinner date.
>You do a mini Triple S routine making sure to brush your hair all nice.
>You even have a tiny pot of cologne for…you know…you actually don’t remember ever getting a tiny pot of cologne.
>You dab a bit on your finger and take a whiff.
>…and quickly wash your finger off.
>Looks like this is getting regifted.
>You don your old clothes, mildly eager to see what Rarity made for you.
>You head downstairs after strapping on your boots and finalizing things.
>A small sack is on the table, and underneath is a little slip of paper.
>You pick up the sack, noting that it’s definitely heavier than you anticipated.
>You glance at the note.
>When did Pinkie learn English?
>Though crudely written, it’s legible.
>”Dear Anon,
>Thanks for the nap. It was good. Here is some money. Enjoy your date.
>Love, PP”
>The ‘PP’ is surrounded by a heart, and the entire letter is written in pink.
>This mare is adorable.
>WAIT WHAT
>She’s paying for the dinner too?
>You open up the little brown sack and pull out two fist sized gems, a brilliant orange color.
>And in the bottom of the bag are an assortment of other much smaller gems.
>Goddamnit Pinkie Pie.
>How the hell are you supposed to pay her back after all of this?
>You’d have to find a way.
>Friends don’t take advantage of friends, after all.
>You put the gems back into the sack and stuff the whole thing in your pocket.
>Why was she being so helpful?
>Jeez.
>You can understand her being your wingman and helping you out here and there.
>But she’s practically setting you up with Rarity.
>You just have to show up and BAM.
>You’re knee deep in…
>Your mind strays to an unwelcome spot yet again.
>What if this night ends in…sex?
>Fuck, you just had a dream about making out with Rarity.
>That was the most vivid dream you’ve had…and it was the closest you’ve ever gone to going full horsefucker.
>And…you don’t know if you should ever go full horsefucker.
>Your mind seemed to be telling you otherwise, and the dull ache of a ignored erection was paramount to the idea that…maybe you are ready.
>IT’S A FIRST DATE ANON.
>GET AHOLD OF YOURSELF.
>You take a deep breath and exit your house.
>You take a quick scan of the perimeter.
>You half-expected Pinkie Pie to be waiting for you outside.
>You’re also a little sad to see that she isn’t.
>Ah well, you’re a big guy.
>You can handle one measly date with the girl of your dreams and oh god you’re going to fuck this up so bad.
>You actually don’t even know where it is that you’re going.
>…you fiddle with the bag of gems in your pocket.
>It was probably something STUPID expensive if Pinkie gave you all of these to pay with.
>You stop yourself before you start to thinking on the worth of gems vs. bits and other such pony-economics.
>You’re the only human in Equestria.
>You are become the eternal tourist.
>You walk slowly to the boutique, the sunset glaring orange behind you.
>A chill breeze hits you, robbing you of the warmth that only sleep can provide.
>You know, that wasn’t really all that bad.
>Sleeping with a girl.
>Though, you were really just tired as balls.
>You approach the pastel boutique with a nervous step.
>This is your time to shine Anon.
>You walk to the door and rap on it lightly.
>”Sweetie, that must be Anon. Do you mind?”
>Rarity’s voice calls from inside.
>Oh man she must be getting ready.
>You wonder what she’s wearing.
>…what if it’s something rather form fitting…
>Wait a second brain.
>First, what the fuck man.
>Second, ponies don’t really have curves.
>Sweetie Belle answers the door with a sour expression.
>”Anon, please get her out of here.”
“I…uh…what?”
>She leads you into the room, letting you have a chair by the table.
>The chair is so tiny; it creaks loudly when you put your weight on it.
>Sweetie Belle sits across from you, sighing.
>”She’s in her room. She’s been ‘getting ready’ for hours. She hasn’t even fed me yet.”
>You open your mouth in disbelief.
“Uh…do you want me to cook something for you? I don’t know how to react to this.”
>”I’d be better off just going back to Mom and Dad’s at this point. Thanks though.”
>This filly looks outright downtrodden.
>What in the world does Rarity do to the poor thing?
>You sit there twiddling your thumbs in the uncomfortable silence.
>”Where are you two going anyway?”
>You shrug at her half-assedly.
>She shakes her head.
>”I was really excited before, but I forgot how she gets around boys.”
>She rises and starts to walk towards the door.
>”Let her know I’m going to mom and dad’s, okay?”
“Uh…sure?”
>She exits without a second glance.
>Well this is awkward.
>You start to hum to yourself a little tune.
>You can’t quite recall where it’s from though.
>A few moments pass, and you’re still just sitting there.
>There has been no word from Rarity, but she’s moving around in there.
>And you think you catch the whir of a sewing machine.
>…if she had a reservation set up then you sure hope she’s ready sometime soon.
>You decide to go over to her door and knock.
“Rarity…um…everything okay in there?”
>Silence for a moment, the clamoring stops.
>Then, she opens the door.
>Albeit, she only opens it a crack.
>”You’re late Anon.”
“Uh…there was a time I was supposed to be here?”
>”Of course there was a time. I’ve been waiting for you for hours now, simply going mad over what to wear.”
“Well…uh…sorry. I guess I didn’t catch that part.”
>There was no time mentioned…you’re sure of that.
>Whatever.
>She opens the door, quickly making her way over to a mannequin that’s outfitted with a frilly red and cream colored dress.
>She starts adjusting the bow on the front with her magic, primping it here and there.
>You simply stand in the doorway, dumbstruck at her beauty for a moment.
>”Anonymous hurry up and change, we’ve not a moment to lose if we’re to make the reservation.”
>She hastens over to a small brown package, practically throwing it into your arms.
>She pauses a moment as you open up the parcel, remarking that it is indeed clothing.
>That’s as far as your mind gets.
>”Oh quit piddle-paddling around Anon. There’s no time to waste.”
>Suddenly a blue magical aura surrounds you.
>Your clothes abruptly tear from you, your face aghast with horror as the shreds of your only good shirt and only good pair of pants lies in front of you.
>At least she left your boxers on.
“Rarity what the ever loving fu-“
>Again, you are interrupted.
>In a magical whirl of fabric and awkward shoving, Rarity uses her magic to dress you.
>She lifts you in the air, shoving the pair of black and dark purple pinstripe slacks up your legs, refusing to be gentle.
>But she knows how to work a button and zipper, somehow.
>Next is your shirt/vest/tux ensemble, black and purple pinstripe, complete with a little purple bowtie.
>The fuck is with all the pu…
>Oh right.
>Rarity has a thing for purple.
>She drops you with a slight *FWUMP*.
>You take a deep breath and try again.
“Rarity. What the hell was all that for. Those were my good clothes.”
>She looks at you mildly perplexed.
>“Anonymous…if those were your ‘good clothes’ then perhaps you should have talked to me sooner.”
>She walks behind a dressing screen, levitating a dress over to her.
>You don’t get a good look at it, but it looked black and purple, like yours.
>Of course she’d make matching outfits.
>”I told you we were in a hurry, Anonymous. You’d have taken nearly that much time just admiring the handiwork, I bet.”
>She giggles as she changes.
>You’re still sitting on the floor, a little dumbstruck still.
>You wistfully pick up a piece of your now ruined denim pants.
>Goddamnit Rarity.
>Well, she can make you new ones.
>Probably.
>The silhouette of Rarity changing behind the curtain doesn’t quite distract you as much as you’d thought it would.
>You were right, brain.
>They don’t quite have the curves of a human gal.
>You rise to your feet, amusing yourself with the notion that she kept your boots on that whole time.
“So…where are we going, Rarity?”
>”You’re simply going to LOVE it darling. It’s this new restaurant that’s opened in Canterlot. Let me see if I can get the accent right.”
>She coughs, clearing her throat.
>”’Oh dio mi piace la pasta’, I believe was the name. I’m not sure what it means, but the food looked simply wondrous in the ad.”
>She did not get the accent right.
>Italian food huh.
>That’s actually a little weird…where was Italy in Equestria?
>Maybe they call it something different.
>A moment of silence passes as you twiddle your thumbs.
>Finally, she trots out from behind the screen.
>She looks absolutely stunning.
>Even without curves.
>She wears a black matte dress that drapes the floor ever so slightly.
>It hugs her body at all of the right places, draping slightly towards the neck.
>Twixt the black fabric she’s sewn in small purple gems, accented by small pearls.
>She grabs a dark violet scarf from a rack next to her and still has not turned to you.
>It’s all coming together.
>You show your appreciation by going slack jawed.
>She sprays herself with some perfume, and touches up some blush on her face.
>Finally, she approaches you, the entire scene silent except for Rarity’s subtle humming as she goes along.
>She looks to you, her sparkling eyes dazzling you further.
>Her hair is wrapped in tight squiggles, her makeup just barely noticeable against her pristine white coat.
>”Anonymous...do you see something you like?” She says, playing coy.
>You’re at a loss for words honestly.
>You never in your lifetime dreamt that you’d be dumbstruck by a pony dressing up and looking fancy.
>All you can do is nod weakly.
>”Well…it’s missing something…”
>She turns and levitates the little box from earlier in front of you, opening it.
>”…if you don’t mind…that is,” She says, her eyes half lidded seductively.
>For fucks sake she’s good at this.
>You can feel the heat on your cheeks.
>You swallow hard and rise slightly.
>Your arms vibrate slightly in embarrassment as you take up the glittering adornment.
>You take a couple steps forward until you’re about as close as you can get to her.
>She smells absolutely amazing…a mixture of vanilla and lavender.
>Your breathing becomes a little shallow as your heart rate picks up.
>She simply turns to you slightly, smiling warmly.
>You unclasp the chain and reach around her neck nervously.
>Your hand brushes against her neck slightly, and you don’t hide the fact that you enjoyed it.
>She was so soft; it was like she was covered in velvet rather than hair.
>You clasp the little chain around her with only a minute amount of fiddling.
>Your brain decides to throw a wrench in the plans all of the sudden.
>With your hands shaking nearly volcanically, you rest your hands on her neck and pull back, looking into her eyes.
“T-t-thank you Rarity,” you say in a near whisper, barely able to make the words audible through your embarrassment.
>She leans forward and kisses you on the nose ever so lightly.
>You freeze in place, your smile growing unashamedly.
>She notices, and you catch her tail wiggling happily behind her.
>“The night is still young Anonymous. Come, let’s go.”
>She passes by you, her tail barely tracing the front of your shirt.
>You nod and rise to your feet, your heart refusing to slow down.
>Before you leave, you catch a glance of yourself in the mirror.
>You’d never owned clothes this fancy looking, and while you’re nowhere near as swagalicious as you’d like to be…you’re pretty proud of how you’ve taken care of yourself.
>As you follow Rarity out of the boutique, you cast a smile towards the direction of Sugarcube Corner.
>If only Pinkie Pie could see you now.